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Writing songs is not easy

Pairing: idol!asahi x reader

Words: 1.9k+

a/n: i suggest reading this fic with any sad song you know for extra emotional damage. THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE so i hope you enjoy this fic that destroyed me. This is the official opening?? or start of my page and i decided with sharing angst YEY! stay tuned for more fics and i will create my carrd asap so you would know more about what im about to do with my acc here in tumblr so enjoy this fic for now! feedback would be very much appreciated :DD

Writing was hard — something asahi was very familiar with. The constant wracking of his brain to write lyrics that people would love. Working at ungodly hours to write 3 lines of lyrics that were all over the place which, most of the time, ended up with multiple pieces of crumpled paper, or even ended up sleeping on his desk with multiple scribbles on different sheets of paper. Despite the numerous love songs under his belt as a producer, asahi never really understood the concept of love. He felt like he was missing a specific emotion or feeling to add more essence to the songs.

Until he met you.

With you, writing came so much easier. It was easier to put his feelings into his writings — expressing the love he wished to express towards you. You knew this, of course. The subtle eye contact, soft whines of protest, and the delicate touches he leaves on your skin. You knew he was trying on his own ways, and you absolutely adored his ways of showing love to you.

But it was never easy.

It may seem like a walk in the park for others, or even romanticizing these subtle acts of expressing love. But loving another person was never easy, especially if expressing it was not their forte. He always wished to meet someone where he may be able to express himself without having to worry about his frustrating hesitance toward love. Though he may be infatuated with different people from his whole lifetime, or even have friends that he knows would stick by him, he never really tried to meet his person because of the fear that they might grow tired of his antics. He just convinced himself, basically. Platonic may be the only thing that he could have, and he’d have to rely on cheesy romance films or anime for him to know how a relationship happens.

“You think a relationship is hard?” he got asked by one of the members when they were trying to write lyrics for their upcoming album. He didn’t have an answer back then. Every bit of knowledge he had with relationships came from films, never really having the experience because of the hectic idol life he has now. He was contented, to an extent. But he remembered how much he smiles whenever he’s with you. How he finally experienced what it's like for his day to seemingly be better just by thinking about you. How he blushes when a member brings you up. How he unconsciously brings you to whatever conversation he was having; always wanting to connect his story about you. How he really tried his best to keep the relationship despite all the shame, hate, doubt, and every negative feeling there is.

He could never forget how hard he tried to get you to be his in the first place. A simple flower with a note: I wish to see you smile like that every day because you shine the brightest in my eyes. I hope you will allow me to be with you more, just like the orange sun. Having to find the right timing with you, to make sure you were comfortable and in a great mood. Constantly thinking about what happens then if you said yes, then worrying too much if ever you said no.

He felt like the happiest man alive when you said yes. Though he doesn’t really know what’s the next step in a relationship, he chooses to revel in the feeling of love? no, that’s not it. He doesn’t really know if it was the love he was feeling. But he didn’t mind it. He’s got you, he thinks. He’ll soon figure out his feelings for you eventually, he hopes. So, there were days that were long, days where he wanted to stay in it forever, and days that will hold a special place in his heart.

He remembers the way you hold his figure whenever he gets stressed about his work. The sweet nothings he hears while he lays his head on your figure as if melting in your embrace. It was the most comforting thing. Being with you erases the negative thoughts he has throughout the day. He hides his emotions, as he usually does. He doesn’t really know what to do with it, and he sometimes wished someone would instantly know how he was feeling whenever it started to get tough. But you always seemed to know his emotions. You were reading him like an open book, yet other people struggle with the simplest emotions he feels. Even his members sometimes didn’t understand his emotions. You were always there when you needed him.

He was the happiest. He always had the motivation to write songs because he finally found his inspiration. He finally found someone he could confine himself to without worrying about forcing himself. He knows you were there, you always were, in whatever situation there was.

But, he wasn’t there for you.

He didn’t know what to do on your off-days. He didn’t know what makes you happy. You’re holding him, but he isn’t holding you – That was the hardest part of your relationship. He was content with your treatment, but he doesn’t reciprocate it back to you. Yet, you kept quiet. Despite all the constant neglect, late-night calls that leave you unsatisfied, tears in the other room while he’s busy being happy. Even the I love you’s that holds the deepest meaning in your relationship felt empty. Even the way he says it was empty. It honestly felt like a slap in the face, when you realize your relationship is different now. 

He couldn't understand it at first, the sudden change in your relationship. He was doing fine, you’re doing fine, he thinks. He might just be overthinking things again, just like what he used to do before he got into a relationship with you. You were always there for him whenever he had his off-days. Ever since he saw you with a frown on your face every time you were there to comfort him against his own demons, he swore to himself that he’d try a bit harder to remove those thoughts so you wouldn’t have to worry again. Plus, it’s a way for him to see you with a smile on your face, just like how he wanted to see you. 

But one thing led to another, and you both were at your tipping point with each other. The moment you walked out of his life was the moment he never wanted to relive ever again. The eerily silence in the room when you asked him for a talk. The monotonous voice that held much more weight every time he remembered your words to him. He notices the slight tremble in your voice as the words you were releasing start to frustrate you. The amount of emotion in your voice when you told him you were tired snapped him back to reality. He didn’t know what to say. What else could he tell you that could at least help calm you down? The only indicator he had of time was the sun setting on the window of his studio.

“What am I in your life, asahi?” you asked, with so much exhaustion and desperation in your voice. You wanted to know what you were in his life.

“You’re my girlfriend, obviously!” he said with frustration that almost seemed like he wanted to get away from the situation and just wanted to lie in your arms — forgetting the whole thing ever happened.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it anymore.” You exclaimed. You were tired of all of it. As you were still telling him about all the frustrations in the relationship. Asahi was constantly telling himself that everything was going to be okay. He wanted to tell you that, but he felt like he was convincing himself more than you that the relationship was okay, even if it was in its final steps.

You couldn’t even look at him anymore, at that point. Too tired about the whole ordeal, you broke it off. As much as he hated the whole situation and himself, he couldn’t help but stare at the setting shining sun that always reminded him of you. He knew he tried, but he wished he could’ve tried harder for you.

The wave of emotion hit him, finally coming back to his senses and realizing that you were actually gone. He couldn’t even stare at his desk because it was full of trinkets that came from you. A drawing of you was also on his wall, almost taunting him about the way he handled the relationship. A picture frame then came into view — it was a photo booth print you both went to on his birthday. Both of you were smiling so wide for the camera as if nothing was wrong with the relationship. He smiled a bit, remembering how thankful he was that you went out of your schedule just to be with him the entire day.

A snap from his member brought him back to reality. Repeating the question to him again, and waiting for his answer. “No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.” Asahi said, a bit of falter in his tone as if on the verge of breaking down the more he thinks about it. He doesn’t know how long he was keeping it together until he heard a soft click of the door and his member not in the room with him – assuming he left to leave him alone with his thoughts. To help relieve the pain for a bit, asahi went back to writing music but without the lyrics. He felt like he just needed to get lost in his own little world without any thoughts bothering him.

He doesn’t really know what time it is, but he assumes that he stayed up again in the studio for another time. But he did get a good beat out of it. Immediately opening his phone and quickly going to your contact to tell you about his beat, he instantly had a frown on his face.

09:27 pm   will you come home for the night?

10:56 pm   asahi?

12:17 am   well, good luck in the studio for today!!

12:18 am   i love you!!! <3 <3 <3                                                                                                                                                                                                    seen

It was the last text he got from you before you broke up with him. He hadn’t realized that he left you on read that time, he couldn’t even remember what he was doing that day for him to forget to reply to you. And just like that, he realized that when was the last time he replied instantly just like you did for him? When was the last time that he did something great for you? When was the last time that he even had to comfort you, despite him hearing you complain about your workspace and difficulties in life? Every single insecurity and guilt came crashing back down to him, the guilt eating him up that he felt like he couldn’t even breathe properly. He knew what to do – at least he convinced himself he knew what to do in a relationship. He just didn’t know how to express it. His harsh breathing racked his body while he tried to calm his mind from the frustration, trying to stop his thoughts from consuming his already tired night at the studio.. He’s done it multiple times ever since you left. But just for tonight, he allows himself to fully come to terms with his feelings and it was evident from the way he sobbed that night, scribbles of words and phrases he wished to tell you all forgotten.

Writing was easy for him, yes. But writing about love will never be the same because he knows what love is now – it was everything he never was.

Haikyuu! Masterlist

-bokuto

plus size!reader headcannons

-akaashi

roommate!akaashi headcannons

-atsumu

best friend to lovers headcannons

-kenma

cosy rain day drabble

touch headcannons

-tsukishima

ignoring him (angst to fluff)

-suna

best friend!suna headcannons

-asahi

doing his hair headcannons

-smau oneshots

calling him pretty texts part one (akaashi, noya, kenma, tendou)

calling him pretty texts part two (oikawa, bokuto, kuroo, hinata)

ignoring them (akaashi, bokuto) fluff!

trying to make plans with kenma...

UWU I HONESTLY YOUR WORK SO MUCH this is my first time on this app so I don’t really know much about it ! Thank you for putting so much effort in every post ,can I request sugawara x reader (how he would react when you keep biting your lip out of anxiety until it bleed ,cause lately I have been doing it a lot

Sorry because my English is not very good anyway HAVE A GREAT DAY ❤️❤️

Oh my gosh I am so sorry I completely forgot I got this request. Thank you for requesting a fic, and thank you for the compliment, you are so sweet T_T Comments like this give me the motivation to write more and get more creative with my ideas. In saying that, I hope your anxiety and your lip biting has gotten better <3 I don't know if you're still active on here, but I've written a small drabble (it ended up long haha) here for you! I hope you like it <3

‘Yo, Suga!’

Suga’s head appears from behind the precariously stacked wall of books on the library table. ‘Yes?’

‘Geez, isn’t that overdoing it?’ Asahi chuckles, gesturing to the books.

‘Well, I guess so,’ Suga replies, ‘but exams are only a week away.’ He shuffles aside some of the haphazardly strewn books and papers and pens, giving Asahi and Daichi space to sit down.

‘Where’s Yn?’ Daichi asks, peering around.

‘She’s around,’ Suga replies, ‘I think she went to the bathroom…’

‘I’m right here!’ Yn pops their head around the shelves. ‘I’ve been looking for this damn book for twenty minutes now.’

‘Oh yeah, looks like a long read.’

‘Can’t be helped,’ Yn says, sitting down next to Suga. ‘Tuesday’s exam is going to kick my ass if I don’t absorb this entire book.’

‘Take it easy, Yn,’ Daichi says. ‘You look a little tired, have you been sleeping alright?’

Suga glances at Daichi, then at Yn.

‘Well, yeah, kind of,’ Yn replies, nudging Suga’s arm affectionately. ‘Usually after we call.’

‘Which reminds me, I need to send you the link to this video that explains chapter eight in a bit more detail,’ Suga says absentmindedly. ‘It’s forty five minutes long but there’s some good illustrations in it that highlight how complex–’

‘You guys seem busy,’ Asahi interjects politely. ‘We should be heading off, we’ll tell the others that you’re studying this afternoon.’

‘Oh no, it’s okay,’ Yn says, glancing at their phone. ‘I actually forgot I promised I’d be home to receive a package later.’

‘You’re leaving already?’

‘Sorry,’ Yn says, ‘I’ll call you tonight, though? We can go through the last of these notes together!’

‘Yeah, sure,’ Suga replies, squeezing Yn’s hand before turning back to his notes.

Yn hesitates, before gathering their things and disappearing between the aisles of books.

An awkward silence falls between the friends, before Daichi pipes up.

‘Hey, Suga, did you see how red Yn’s lips were?’

Suga looks up from his notes, his pen paused above the paper. ‘You noticed it, too?’

‘It wasn’t subtle…’ Asahi says, quietly. ‘To be honest, I think they had been bleeding.’

‘Bleeding?’ Suga’s face fills with shock. ‘I didn’t realise it was that bad. I thought it was just sunburn.’

Daichi and Asahi share a look.

‘Okay,’ Daichi says sternly. ‘I see what’s going on. You’re too focused on your studying, you’ve neglected Yn. Maybe you should put the books away and spend some quality time with them.’

‘What do you mean?’ Suga asks, a little hurt.

‘Daichi’s right… I think Yn is really stressed. A lot of lip biting is caused by anxiety… I haven’t seen it that bad before, and I’ve known them for years.’

Suga pauses thoughtfully. ‘You’re right. The books could wait.’

‘We just mean–’

‘I have an idea,’ Suga says, grinning. ‘Thank you for slapping some sense into me.’

Yn arrives home sweating and tired, the heavy books in their bag weighing painfully on their back. They abandon the bag in the hallway and head to the bathroom, the light soft against their skin. They peer at their lips, swollen like a blossoming red rose. The urge to bite is strong, the pain satisfying momentarily distracts them from the bubbling anxiety in their belly.

Exams were only a week away but with the high percentage of worth the marks carry, anxiety had been slithering throughout the schools hallways like a giant snake stalking its prey, following students home so they could not find respite, even in their beds.

A knock at the door sounds loud and urgent.

As Yn pulls the door open, Suga almost drops the stack of books in his arms and the bags at his elbows.

‘Oh, Yn!’ Suga grins. ‘Mind if I come in?’

‘Of course,’ Yn says, bewildered. ‘Let me help you.’

In the living room, Yn places the stack of books on the coffee table, wondering how Suga could manage getting through them all with practice almost every afternoon. Despite being as passionate about volleyball as the others, he could somehow find the time to study when he really wants to.

‘So,’ Yn says, falling into the crease of the soft couch, ‘what brought you here?’

Suga glances at them, his mouth in a small frown, the creases between his brows knitted. ‘Look,’ he begins, ‘I have noticed that you’ve been a little… out of sorts, lately.’

Yn frowns, fidgeting in their lap with their fingers.

‘I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re less than beautiful, by the way!’ Suga says quickly, placing his hands on either side of Yn’s face.

Yn’s cheeks begin to flush. ‘What do you mean?’ They squeak.

Suga hesitates. ‘You’re doing it right now –’ Suga pauses, pointing at Yn’s lips, ‘you’re biting your lip too much!’

Yn swallows hard. ‘Oh. I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Suga smiles softly. ‘It took me a few moments to really see it.’ He hesitates. ‘I was too focused on studying, when I should have been looking out for you. I’m sorry.’

‘No, it’s okay!’ Yn blushes. ‘You’re here now! And it’s just anxiety, I mean, it’s always there, what can you do?’

‘Well…’ Suga says, turning to the coffee table. ‘I’m not sure if any of this will help, but I wanted to make up for not being one hundred percent there for you when you’re anxious.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These are just some small gifts,’ Suga says. He opens the thick paper bags, revealing a fluffy blanket, a few lip balms, a small box of tea, a journal, and all of Yn’s favourite snacks. ‘I know it’s not much, and it can’t fix your anxieties completely, BUT I do think that tea will help, and maybe you can journal some of your worries and one of these lip balms is good for deterring lip biting, I think,’ Suga says quickly. ‘And of course, the blanket is for when it gets cooler and we can play games or something, together.’

A comfortable silence fills the room. Yn processes the gesture slowly, their eyes welling, their chest swelling with butterflies.

‘Oh no,’ Suga says, pulling Yn into a hug, pressing them to his chest. ‘I’m sorry, was it too much?’

Yn breathes in his scent, the clean soapy smell mixed with the day’s activities. Familiarity and safety is how Yn would describe Suga and his hugs, the gesture alone could deter them from the worries that plagued their mind.

‘This is too nice,’ Yn murmurs. ‘It’s just a bitten lip, why are you doing so much over that?’

‘Well, I don’t know what’s going on in the background – I’d like to,’ he says quietly. ‘I’d like to sit here and listen to you talk about what’s worrying you, if you’d let me. You never have to, if you aren't comfortable, but I’m always here.’

‘I get it now,’ Yn says, sniffling. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you’ve been busy too. Exam season gets us all, doesn’t it?’

Suga laughs. ‘It does, but it’s my job to also look after you.’

‘Does it bother you?’ Yn asks quietly. ‘My lips…’

‘Well, it looks a little painful,’ Suga replies. ‘I’d hate for you to endure the pain or get an infection. That’s why I picked up the lip balm specifically for healing lips,’ he says, reading the back of the lip balm.

Yn curls into the crook of Suga’s arm, peering at the lip balm. Suga takes Yn’s chin, and tilts their head upward, gently applying the lip balm to their lips. The cooling sensation spreads over their lips like a lovely cool breeze. ‘It feels pretty good so far, thank you. Thank you for this. I never expect you to do anything for me, but this has made me feel a lot better – just knowing you care. That you’re here for me. Thank you.’

Suga smiles warmly, squeezing Yn against his chest. ‘If none of this helps you feel less anxious, I’ll just have to squish the anxieties out of you!’

‘Well,’ Yn squeaks, ‘I wouldn’t mind the cuddles!’

Being Karasuno's Manager:

The Tiny Giant's Little Sister

Karasuno featuring Tenma Udai (tiny giant) x first year female manager

Warnings: light Kageyama x Hinata exchange Swearing

A/N: This is a request from @korrynn-nadine! Sorry if the tag didn't stick, this happens alot to me 😅

Ahh to be a High school freshman/first year again

Just kidding 😅 I hated high school

But that doesn't mean you have to hate High School YN

And I imagine going to Karasuno would be oh so exciting!

Literally, there is so many cool sports, the people seem nice and the uniforms 👌🏻

You can't tell me their uniforms aren't comfy ✋🏻 because they are

I believe Noya's uniform assessment

NE WAYS you also came to Karasuno because it was your brother's alma mater

Thanks right, your big brother is none other than....

TENMA UDAI 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

Aka the Tiny giant

Aka the guy Hinata looks up to 🙌🏻

Not me hinting that detail would ever be problematic/ important 👀

I would NEVER

You needed a club and bad!

In fact, you just so happened to be telling your resident bestie Yachi of your plight

"Do you know of any clubs that need a manager??"- You to Yachi

Unbeknownst to know, a certain someone heard you

Not Kiyoko sneaking behind corners scouting for managers 😫

Just kidding that's definitely Noya and Tanaka following Kiyoko as she scouts for managers

"Hey did you both say you needed a club?"- Kiyoko, our resident gorgeous third year says

You 👉🏻 yes 😍

Yachi 👉🏻 😐😳🥵 yes...

"Would you like to come check out the team with me tonight?"- Kiyoko

Kiyoko would never show this but she's definitely begging for you to say yes!

You practically leaped at the opportunity

Because you see, you might know a thing or two about volleyball 🏐

I mean your brother IS the tiny giant after all

But you, yourself are also skilled in volleyball knowledge

Our smart queen YN 🥰

At practice, you show up and get introduced to the team

Immediately Hinata gets one of this like psychic feelings

Hinata swears he knows you from somewhere but he can't place it

You know, like when he knew Shiratorizawa was outside the gym doors in season 3?

"ThErE hErE"- Hinata 😠

I get so distracted, back to business 👏🏻

So of course, he says something 😐

No chill this boy istg-

"Hey you look familiar, don't I know you?"- Hinata

You just stare 👁👄👁

"Hinata you dumbass not everyone knows you!"- Kageyama says smacking Hinata

"Chill out crappy-yama! This is why you'll never have a girlfriend! You can't even talk to girls!"- Hinata 😜

Daichi rn 👉🏻 😡

Tsukishima 👉🏻 📱

Asahi 👉🏻 panicking

"Alright Alright you idiots, break it up! Don't you know you should never fight in front of ladies!"- Tanaka

Kiyoko 👉🏻😐🙄 this is why we can't have nice things

After that strange encounter, you begin your trial as Karasuno's newest manager

Honestly, you love it!

Filling water bottles, taking notes, doing team laundry

You even manage to help the boys with practice

"Wow YN! You really know alot about volleyball!"- Hinata 🤩

"Thanks! My brother played for Karasuno years ago, so I know a few things!"- You

"Oh who was your brother YN?"- Daichi asks

You were just about to answer when Kiyoko called you to help set up chairs!

"Just a second!"- You say waving to the boys and running to help your fellow manager

I mean, knowing your brother couldn't really be THAT important right?

👆🏻 as the gif suggests, it does in fact prove to be a big deal 😅

You're bother just so happens to be home for the weekend and you tell him about how you are Karasuno's Manager

You also tell him about Hinata

Just wait until he finds out you talked him up YN ✋🏻

You're brother asks you about the team and you tell him that they are sure to go to Nationals again

"I should probably come check them out then"- Tenma says

You nod in agreement as you text Coach Ukai and Takeda to make sure it's all good

They agree, knowing your brother use to play for Karasuno

However 👀 they never made the connection that YOU were the sister of the Tiny giant

Boy are they all in for a big surprise 🤩

On Monday, you arrive at practice and set up

As the boys enter and begin to warm up, you patiently await your brother's arrival

"Hey whose that guy?"- Hinata asks as he dozens of eyes follow him to the door

Only Ukai makes the connection 😳

"Holy crap that's Tenma Udai!"- he whispers to Takeda

"Who is that?"- Takeda

"You remember Hinata's role model? Well that's him!"- Ukai

Takeda 👉🏻😱😱

But Ukai and Takeda aren't the only ones to notice something

"Wait? Didn't YN say her brother use to play for Karasuno?"- Daichi asks Suga and Asahi

They both nod 😃

"And her brother is pretty short..."- Daichi

They both nod again 😃

"Do you think?"- Daichi 👀

Again 👉🏻 nod 😃

"Guys this is my big brother Tenma Udai! He use to play for Karasuno a few years ago!"- You say

It kind of hits Kageyama all at once

Like a train 🚆

Because man's knows volleyball and he knows that name!

Only Kageyama is like frozen 😳

You just look at Kageyama, Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Takeda and Ukai who all seem to just be staring with their mouths open 😲

Leave it to Hinata to break the silence

"Wow you are short like me! What position did you play?"- He asks Tenma

"Winged spiker"- Tenma answers with a smile

"With your height?? That's so cool! So you were like the Tiny giant before me then!"- Hinata

Oh you precious idiot 😭

It's then that you realize

"Oh yeah, I don't think I ever mentioned my brother is the tiny giant"- you say, nonchalantly

Give it a minute

Just a second longer ⌚️

"Wait ✋🏻 ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW??"- Hinata 👇🏻

"Yep that's me. Former #10"- Tenma says smiling at the ginger boy who is now just so excited

Literally you made his entire life YN 😭

Hinata is going to want to ask a million questions but we limit him to 5

The team enjoys having your brother around and the advice he gives

Hinata is star struck the entire time

Our bby is so happy rn 🤩

When Hinata and Kageyama show Tenma their quick, Tenma is shocked 😲

"Holy crap thats amazing!! I think that's higher than I could even jump!"- Tenma says

Hinata and Kageyama nearly die from the compliment

When Tenma takes his leave, he promises to come back to watch the boys when they make it to Nationals

"Don't let me down guys!"- Tenma says, waving as he takes his leave

You just stand there and wave, turning to see the faces of your team staring at you

"Yn why didn't you tell us sooner??"- Daichi scolds

"Yeah YN we could have prepared more!"- Suga follows up

You 👉🏻😃 excuse me?

Meanwhile Hinata is just standing there with the biggest smile ever

YN you made our feral child so darn happy 🥰

Pregnant Hungry

Asahi Azumane x Pregnant Girlfriend Reader

Summary: your eating for two and he gets that

Warning: aged up characters, kinda short

Yn/3rd person pov

The small of cooking ramen filled the small apartment it made your stomach growl "asahi" I whined stretching my arms out from my place on the couch he hummed not looking away from the food he was dishing up "I feel like I can eat a horse".

I felt like a whale at the amount I eat "well I think that would be best for our little future champion" he chuckled quietly as he brought the two plates of food over "come on sit up" he murmured and smiled as I groaned slowly sitting up.

He handed me a bowl of stemming hot ramen I giggled happily "thank you my lovie" I chirped giving him a small peck on the cheek as he sat beside me "no problem" he murmured giving me a kiss back.

"Now let's dig in before that stomach wakes up the neighbors" he chuckled making me roll my eyes as I started eating, I basically moaned at the taste "this is so good" I sighed happily.

"I'm glad you like it I was trying a new recipe" he said with his mouth half full I laughed and used my thumb to wipe the side of his mouth where a bit of source spilled.

We continued talking as we ate I was the first to finish but I wasn't full yet, I kinda got quite and didn't know how to ask for another bowl "that was good" asahi said putting his plat down on our small coffee table.

He turned to me gazing at me and then glanced at the bowl "would you like another" he murmured putting out his hand, I hesitated and nodded slightly and mumbled out a 'yes please'.

He leaned over and kissed my forehead before getting up "do you ever think differently of me" I asked nervously slightly rocking side to side "you mean that now your pregnant" he said as he glanced at me with his brows frowning as he dished another helping into my bowl.

"Yea well kinda of what I mean is I kinda feel weird eating so much" asahi put down the bowl before he burst out laughing at my words my eyes widened I was taken a back at his out burst.

"M-my love I do not care if you eat a cow or two or a thousand as long as you and the baby are happy, I think it's better even because you know the bigger the person the bigger champion" he said as he calmed down from his fit of laughter he brought me the full bowl and cuddled up next to me.

"I just want you and the baby here with me, we're going to be the happiest family I promise"

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HATE’S LOVE

Synopsis: Nishimura Yn and Seo Changbin; everyone knew about their hate for each other so it was a surprise for everyone seeing them leave the same room in a messed up state. It was even more surprising seeing Yn leaving South Korea for Japan one month after that but no one (expect people close to her) knew why: that night she got pregnant with Changbin’s son. But know, four years later she’s back in her hometown for University and with a son to take care of meeting a really changed Changbin wasn’t in her plans.

Pairing: SeoChangbin x f!reader — college AU, non-idol AU

Warnings: mentions of a one night stand, a child, yandere behaviors, stalking, killing/kindnapping intentions (I DO NOT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THIS wtf).

Genre: “enemies” to lovers

Characters: Stray Kids, Ni-Ki from Enhypen (Hyunjin’s cousin and Yn’s younger brother), fem!OC, yeji and Ryujin from Itzy.

Status: finished

Started: 05 November 2022

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Chapters

➳ 001. A night to forget…or not (+ written part)

➳ 002. Guess who’s back

➳ 003. That’s my line 🐺

➳ 004. Y’all drinking as if you’re going to die tomorrow (+written part)

➳ 005. [GASPS IN JAPANESE]

➳ 006. Right in front of my salad

➳ 007. Two sunshines in a room (written)

➳ 008. Seriouslix

➳ 009. That’s plan B

➳ 010. Considers murder

➳ 011. I’m going full Mikasa Ackerman

➳ 012. Jeongin in his Iron Man era (written)

➳ 013. Asahi isn’t fatherless anymore (+ written part)

➳ 014. Changbin in his dilf era

➳ 015. Riki has friends?

➳ 016. Why didn’t her plane FUCKING FALL

➳ 017. Alexa play ‘deja vu’ by Olivia Rodrigo (+ written part)

➳ 018. Captain Jackson Wang

➳ 019. My muse (written + 1 screen)

➳ 020. I would rather die (written)

➳ 021. He’s a man now 💔

➳ 022. ᵇʸᵉ ᵇʸᵉ ᵇᵃᵇʸ

➳ 023. Hotel : trivago

➳ 024. 3RACHA in their actually famous era??

➳ 025. Hyunjin in his babysitter era (spoiler: epic fail)

SPECIAL ➳ 026. You know what they say?

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Needle & Thread

An Azumane Asahi x reader short

Word count: 2.2k+

Rating:AAF (azumane asahi fluff)

Warnings: none, a little ooc moments from Sawamura & Suga//unspecified gender!// fluff

I just wanted to say perhaps Azumane having a crush is something I’d love to read about every once in a while. Also, this is how I think he hypes himself up mentally when yn is around

All was well in the home economics lecture hall at the community college you were attending this semester. The fashion course you had signed up for had been advertised as an introductory one and though you may have been one of the youngest designers among your peers, yet your desk mate was another student definitely from another part of your city.

You were always intrigued by both his designs as much as he was enamored with your use of unique materials when you had much simpler projects due. Perhaps it was your use of felt and wirework that inspired him to create an ornate jewelry set for that week and maybe he inspired you to create a three piece suit in hunter green and navy. You each had received praise from both your peers as well as the professor who hummed with a curt smile during the review.

Now, as the chimes on campus begin their late night tune to announce the hour, you settle into your seat and wonder about the young man whose seat has remained vacant for the second week in a row. It’s not like him to be absent, you wonder. Yet you recall him mentioning his volleyball team had won all necessary matches in their prefecture. Your professor drones on with the attendance list since art courses, especially design ones at that, where time is of the essence. Your sketchbook along with your personal tablet holds the keys of the past designs you had breathed into existence. As your attention is drawn back to the front of the classroom’s whiteboard, a singular word was written there: BIRDS.

The hell are we supposed to do with this? You think. Funnily enough, as you were zoning out, your hand had already picked up the stylus and you had already begun making several shapes that resembled crows’ feathers. The fact you remembered your deskmate had a little white crow plush on his sewing fabric bag to show ‘school pride’ must have been the silver lining when you continued to sketch a few more key components for the dress you will attempt to create.

An hour goes by and pretty soon you had a more refined sketch of the completed outfit. Your professor stops by your desk as you add a few more details thus tapping their index finger on the desk to announce their presence. You slower your stylus strokes of color to give your professor your undivided attention.

“Fascinating design as always,” they say.

“Thanks,” you reply. Holding up your tablet, you give a brief summary of the birds you chose to showcase with the completion of the project.

“Hmm… a crow and a pheasant, huh?”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe adding some hints of sapphire satin or even amethyst tulle to the bodice…”

“Given your design, I suggest a more pliable fabric, but if sophisticated chic is what you were aiming for, try playing with nylon and pleather fabrics for those details,” was their advice.

You nod.

“By the way, y/n,” the professor pauses before moving on to the next workstation. “I heard Azumane-san’s team won against Inarizaki today. You ought to text him later.”

You feel the blush creeping up the back of your neck as you realize your professor’s intention on feeding you that intel. Your brain seems to have short circuited as you hear their voice give other advice a few work stations ahead. Nervously swallowing the pooled saliva in your mouth, you feign a cough as you shake your head side to side to reset your focus.

Class wraps up about twenty or so minutes later. On the train ride home, you decide to search the intramural results. There in the black white newspaper sports pages for the Tokyo City News you see the results from today’s match. You swipe that article away and immediately open your text message chain with Azumane, A.

It’s forty-five minutes post the Karasuno coaches’ “Light’s Out” call when suddenly Azumane’s phone lights up with your name flashing across the screen. He immediately picks up though the others the ace shares the room with suddenly scramble to take possession of his phone.

“Oh ho? Is that text from the illustrious y/n?” Sugawara wriggles his eyebrow.

“Or is it from your mom this time reminding you to buy her a souvenir?” Sawamura teases in a light hearted tone.

The fact Sugawara brings up your name so casually causes Azumane’s ears to sort of turn a magenta hue.

“And so what if it’s y/n?”

He unlocks his phone to read the texts you sent him. The first was fine:

-Y/L/N, Y. (23:13): Professor Z told me you had a game today. Missed having you in class tonight. Congrats on winning against Inarizaki! :]

His phone vibrates in his hands again after staring at your text for about five more minutes. There is something about your cheerful demeanor radiating over there words you sent that make Azumane’s face flush—perhaps when he returns to class he’d muster up the courage to ask you to walk home together. Maybe even pick up some hot cocoa at the combini near the train station by the college.

-Y/L/N, Y. (23:25): Been home for about an hour or so now. You must be tired. Is it too late to call?

“So, before you mentally shut down for the night Asahi,” Sugawara sits up on his mat with his arms crossed over his chest. “What did your crush say this time?”

“Suga!” Sawamura used his eldest sibling's tone this time thus forcing a playful yet sincere apology to come from the vice captain. “Ya can’t just blurt out facts like that aloud. I mean sure our Asahi is tall, devilishly handsome, and our charming ace finally has someone who caught his eye…”

“Y/N w-wants to call me,” Azumane’s voice is a mixture of excitement and nerves. It’s eerily similar to the first time he attended practice again in the dingy gym back on campus, yet glancing back to the way he was then versus now. He slides his phone in his pajamas pocket while reaching for his hoodie at the foot of his bed.

With an abrupt and politely uttered, “I’m headed out for a bit.” Azumane grabs his hoodie and slides the balcony door open. He slips on a pair on house slippers as well. Tokyo and the neighborhood they’re staying in seems to glow in the wintery haze. Once the door is closed behind him, Azumane taps his reply. He presses the green arrow only to be greeted with a delivered message under his reply. A couple minutes go by as the winter wind whistles through the barren tree branches in surrounding the hoteru when a familiar ringtone designated just for you reaches his ears.

Meanwhile, Sugawara and Sawamura updates the rest of the team of their ace’s latest installment rightfully dubbed by Yamaguchi: ‘love but make it fashion’. Even Kiyoko and Hitoka-chan were included in this team chat. Though by now most of the team had begun to drift off one by one prior to Azumane dialing your number.

Azumane breathes your name with a visible puff of air.

“Asahi,” there’s a cheerful register in your tired voice. It’s like a warm invitation to stay awake for a little while longer. “I’m surprised you’re still awake at this hour. Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“Yeah, but I figured you could fill me in on what I missed in class today?”

“Oh,” you sound a bit disappointed. “Professor’s word today was BIRDS. It’s the theme for the next project.”

“Ah, I see.”

You hum into the receiver. “You played a really great game today. Saw some highlights on the late night sports recap on t.v. Almost makes me want to ditch classes tomorrow and cheer your team on, haha.”

He chuckles after regaining his composure because surely you’re flirting with him right now, yes? Absolutely.

“We play Nekoma next.”

You suppose it’s your turn to be a bit bold. A small smile tugs at your lips. You hear the wind whistling in the background.

“Is that an invitation I heard from my dear deskmate?”

“Yes.”

He hears you struggle with the sheets as you sit up bolt straight in your bed. A soft thud he imagines came from you clumsily hitting the back of your head on the wall by accident and a curse escapes your lips as you feel your heart beat increase.

“Smooth ass motherfucker,” you mutter through gritted teeth. “When do you play?”

Azumane on the other side leans against the railing trying to suppress his laughter. A few more minutes go by before your call ends with an open ended promise of attending the match in a few days time.

Come the morning, you awake with a bit of a headache. Your phone rests charging by the end table in your room along with a glass of water your parent typically leave behind before reporting for work. Across your bed on the wall located next to your computer desk is a rip off calendar themed with Chococat imagery. You realize you forgot to tear it off the night before, so as you mentally replay the conversation you had with your fashion course classmate, you hum blissfully to yourself until you pick up your phone with wide eyes.

“Oh shit!” you whisper yell into the air. “No way! It can’t be that late. Right? Arugh!”

Kicking off your sheets and tearing off the date off the calendar, you rush into the hallway to wash your face in the guest bathroom of your residence. Afterwards, you decide to dress rather quickly opting for the jeans and crew neck sweater along with a beanie to keep your ears warm when you leave. You knew attempting a day trip to Tokyo would be an ambitious endeavor, but if your parent can do it, so can you. You send a text quickly after sorting out a travel drawstring backpack complete with bottles of water, a few almond butter and jam sandwiches, your wireless headphones, your Canon AE-1 35mm camera, and external battery pack.

Leaving a note behind on the kitchen counter for your parent in case they would eventually blow up your phone like the first and last time you left for a day trip (to go shopping with materials at the beginning of the semester-long course) with a girl friend from your school.

The total amount of travel time to reach Tokyo, more specifically the sports arenas where the Intramural Spring Tournament for Volleyball was held, had been estimated to be a solid ninety-minute commute via trains. Apparently luck was on your side since most trains had been running on time. Renewing and purchasing the student monthly pass at the automated ticket kiosk had been a breeze and now you stand on the designated platform; you wonder if this rush of excitement and nerves will be as close as you’d ever feel to what Azumane felt when he (and by extension his team) walks on to the court. Once you arrive at your final stop (since your trip included two transfer trains), you walk off the up escalator and breathe the bustling capital city warming air. You see a sign for the local coffee haus: within a matter of fifteen minutes, you leave with a warmed bagel in a small brown bag and a cup of coffee. You follow a few cheerful students who came to cheer on their classmates; you figure you’re headed in the right direction when you bump into a voluptuous blonde who seems to have a very unique outfit despite the weather.

“Whoops, sorry miss,” you apologize as politely as you could.

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you, then something changes in her demeanor as she extends her hand to you.

“You came to watch Karasuno beat Nekoma, right?”

You sip your coffee and nod. The bag with your bagel crinkles in your other hand.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to the arena where they’re playing. I’m gonna go cheer for my little brother,” she adds.

You bite into your bagel quickly before she calls out over her shoulder, “Tanaka Saeko. Call me Saeko-nei.”

“Y/L/N.”

The walk to the arena doors isn’t that far, nor is it too long. Saeko fills you in on what you had missed since the tournament began (or rather when she arrived with a few of the neighborhood ex-volleyball club members) to formulate the Karasuno cheer club. She had dubbed themselves that considering how the school was once considered powerhouse.

“Flightless crows?” you continue eating your bagel while pondering upon the insulting title. Saeko points to the banner hanging over the railing with the team’s motto: FLY. You crumple the now empty bag and toss it in the next trash bin while you still sip your beverage.

“Crows aren’t flightless creatures,” you mention to Saeko when she joins you in the second row of the bleachers. “They’re quite intelligent. Besides, a flock is known as a murder. How flightless were they?”

For once, the blonde remains quiet. She has a pensive look to her face, so much so that when other members of the neighborhood alumni come to join you two, one of them asks Saeko who you are.

“Oh, this is Y/L/N-san. They sort of bumped into me on the street on the way here, past the bakery. Mentioned they wanted to watch the match.”

“So you just tagged along?” the man with glasses and a kind smile asks. “Y’ know you shouldn’t really talk to strangers, haha.”

You shrug, mentioning that if it weren’t for his blonde friend you’d be even more lost and would probably be at the arena when a good chunk of the matches were done for the day. The man nods as he adjusts his glasses.

“I wanted to see what a classmate of mine does with his spare time. Attending fashion courses isn't cheap either,” you stick with the truth. “Besides, I go to a different school; one where a few of our sports team clubs were cut due to lack of funding. Unfortunately volleyball was one of them.”

“That’s awful, sorry to hear that,” the man continues. He turns to see Saeko busy conversing with another alum along with the rest of the drum line. “You want to sit here to stay a in the next section over? You might see your friend better from there.”

He points to the front row a few meters away close to the railing. It’s close enough to the side of the net where you would presume Azumane’s team would play.

Meanwhile, in the locker room provided for Karasuno today, an entirely different conversation was happening.

“Did Y/L/N contact you?” Nishinoya wonders.

“You better not freeze out there if you see ‘em,” Sawamura teases.

On the other side of the bench, two first years are having another tussle of words as well that had little and or nothing to do with trying to Azumane to calm down.

“Quit it boke!”

“You’re going to break my brain even more Bakayama!”

Azumane for the life of him decides to silence the room and his fellow teammates with a sharp squeak of confusion in a poor attempt to mask his incoming text tone. Funnily enough, though the majority of the club had already changed into their traditional ebony uniforms, hearing their ace squeak made them shut up rather quickly.

-Y/L/N, Y. (10:59): do your best. I know you and your team deserve to win, Azumane-san. Win or lose, you’re still an ace. [ : oh! And a damned good designer.

A strange sense of calm comes over Azumane when his shoulder receives a gentle yet affirming squeeze by Kiyoko who just nods with a small smile. Surely everyone knows of you, but considering how their friend currently stares at his sent reply to your message with a mere thumbs up emoji accompanied by a ‘Thenks’ line a child on the morning of their birthday, they knew they might need to cover for him for the first few plays of the match.

Lo and behold the telecasters begin their normal routine checks not too far from the court you’re standing above. The anchor men are having their microphones hooked on their lapels when a different chime to announce the hour goes off. You watch as both teams enter the court with to begin their warmup routines. It doesn’t take too long for you to open your bag to pull out your camera and watch as a few members of your classmate’s team take to the air to hit the airborne ball back over the net. Others on both sides of the court continue with their stretches. You snap a few photos here and there to test out the original settings, making adjustments as needed.

The game begins with a shrill call of a whistle. You hear the team chant and when you lower your camera for a split second, the player in the black jersey with a bright “2” on the front grabs Azumane’s attention; with a swift nod in your direction, your eyes meet briefly.

“Holy shit,” the ace who rarely curses suddenly becomes nervous all over again.

You just mouth out a quick “focus & excel,” with a raised fist.

And for once in his young adult life, Azumane Asahi chooses to embody the very definition of those words.

“Ready?” Sawamura asks him with a smirk.

“Let’s play,” Azumane chuckles preparing to receive the first serve of the match.

Closing Time - Asahi x Reader

Characters: Asahi Azumane, female reader, original female character, small Taichi cameo

Relationships: Asahi Azumane x Reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, SFW but 16+ please

Warnings: Alcohol, general drunken shenanigans, emetophobia (mentions of vomit), bad language

WC: 6.4k

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is a totally self-indulgent bedtime-scenario-type story because there is simply not enough Asahi/Reader content out there and I adore him. It’s also my first time writing in 2nd person, so PLEASE feel free to send me any feedback, please just be kind :) I really don’t like to use y/n, so I only used it a couple times towards the end when I wasn’t sure what else to do lol

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You weren’t planning on getting this drunk. But by the time it got to be about 11:30, you didn’t know what else to do. You had put so much effort and energy into making yourself look nice just for your date not to show up. Your roommate was out of town, so instead of going home and pouting, you figured you might as well have some fun while you were out. But you’ve never been good at exercising restraint, and the fact that you were alone wasn’t doing you any favors. But by closing time had rolled around, you could hardly see straight. You needed help, so you call upon an old friend.

“Do you have anybody you can call for a ride?” Kawanishi asks.

Kawanishi’s the bartender at this izakaya, and over the course of the night, you spent most of the time talking his ear off. He’s nice enough, and held pleasant conversation for the last few hours. He says he used to be a volleyball player, and had even played on the same team as a one of the guys on the Japan National Team. You forget to ask him which school he attended, but he probably was tired of talking to your drunk ass anyway, so you don’t bother asking. “Yeah,” you say, digging in your purse for your phone. “Are you sure? I can call a cab for you if you need it,” he offers. “Nah,” you say, hiccupping between words. “I’ll call somebody. Thank you though.” “No problem,” he says. “Just try to make it quick.” You scroll through your phone, trying to figure out who to call. Your roommate’s out of town visiting her parents, so she’s a no-go. You could call Kokomi. Honestly, she would deserve the 2AM phone call for setting you up on this failed blind date in the first place. Ever since you moved to Tokyo last month, she was constantly trying to set you up with somebody, whether it was a friend, a coworker, or some rando that she had met on the train. Unfortunately, all of them were jerks. And this one was the biggest jerk of all. You silently curse yourself for going along with her antics again.

“He’s great, you’ll love him!” “You said that about the last three guys you tried to set me up with, Kokomi.” “Please!! You’ll never know if you don’t even give him a chance.”

Well, you gave him a chance. And it ended up with you all alone, drunk as hell in an unfamiliar part of the city. You dial Kokomi’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail. “Bitch,” you mutter. You unlock your phone again and look through to find somebody that might be able to take you home. You scroll back to the top of your contact list, and your eyes settle on another name. He lives just a few blocks away, and knowing him, he’s probably awake working on something anyway. You click on his contact and wait for him to answer.

*

The exhaustion’s starting to get to him. It’s the weekend and he can afford to stay up an extra couple of hours to finish this design, but the combination of fatigue and frustration are taking over. He sets down his pencil and moves towards his bed, until his cell starts to buzz. He glances over at the clock on the wall. 1:49 AM.

Who could possibly be calling at this hour?

Asahi picks up his phone, surprised to see your name on the screen. His heart skips a beat in his chest, both from excitement and nervousness. Aside from his teammates, you’re one of the only people he bothered to keep in contact with after high school. The two of you had even met up a few times since you moved to the city, but he never would have expected you to call at this hour unless… unless something is wrong. “Hey you, what’s up?” He says, choking back a yawn. “Hiiiii Asahiiii!  I tried to call Kokomi but she didn’t answer her phone… could you come pick me up?” Your voice is thick and your words are almost unintelligible as you speak. It’s obvious that you’re far from sober. “Where are you?” Asahi asks, failing to mask the anxiety in his voice. “Are you okay? Are you safe?” “M’fine,” you slur. “But I…” Suddenly the call drops. Asahi calls you back in a panic, his heart racing as he waited for you to answer. You could be in danger and he’d be powerless to help you. He doesn’t even know where you are. “Hello?” A man’s voice comes through the speaker. “Who are you? Where is she?” Asahi asks frantically. “Relax, man. I’m just the bartender,” he says. “Look, your friend’s next to me, but she’s on the verge of passing out. Can you come get her before she pukes all over my bar? She’s at Zoetrope. You know where that is?” “Of course, I’m on my way now! I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Asahi says, grabbing his apartment keys and putting on a pair of shoes. He’s out the door almost immediately.

*

Kawanishi presses your phone back into your hands. Your head is spinning so fast that you struggle to keep your eyes open. “Is he coming?” you ask. “Yeah, he’s on the way,” Kawanishi says. “He’ll be here soon. Now do me a favor, don’t get this drunk the next time you come into my izakaya or I’ll have to kick you out.” “You’re kicking me out???” “Only if you start throwing up,” he says under his breath. “I’m not going to throw up!” you exclaim, suddenly becoming very aware of the churning in your stomach. You grumble, slumping over the bar. You squeeze your eyes shut, the spinning in your head only getting worse with every breath you take. You feel like you’re going to die, and honestly, between the embarrassment of being stood up and the wave of nausea coming over you, you’re ready to welcome that death with open arms. “Hey!” Kawanishi says, smacking the bar next to your head. “Your friend’s going to be here soon, don’t fall asleep or I’ll throw you out on the street myself.” “I’m sorry, Kawanishi-san.” You sit up slowly and cradle your head in your hands once more, trying to make the world stop spinning.

Please get here soon, Asahi.

*

Asahi sprints down the street as fast as he can towards the izakaya. He’s sure that he looks suspicious running down the street alone at night, but he doesn’t care. You’re in trouble, and he’s the only person that can help you. He finally makes it to the bar and hastily pulls the door open. You’re dressed beautifully, and your makeup and hair are exquisitely done. Unfortunately, the way you’re slumped over the bar makes it obvious that something’s wrong. He’s not sure what happened, but whatever it was, it must have been rough. The bartender gently helps you out of your seat, and Asahi can’t help but think that he looks very familiar. You straighten up and as soon as you make eye contact with Asahi, you perk up. “Asahi-san!” you exclaim, rushing towards him and almost falling over. You crush him in an unexpectedly tight hug. “Long time no see, big guy!” “I saw you three days ago,” he says under his breath. You continue babbling unintelligibly, and Asahi looks up at the bartender. “Did she close out her tab?” Asahi asks. “I took care of it already,” the bartender replies. “Please just make sure she gets home okay. She’s had a rough night.” “Yeah, of course,” Asahi says. “Thanks for helping her out.” “No problem.” Asahi peels your arms off him and starts to nudge you towards the door. Just before the two of you leave, Asahi stops and turns back to the bartender. “Have we met before?” he asks. “I played for Shiratorizawa. Didn’t think I’d see you again, Karasuno Samurai.” Asahi frowns slightly. He hasn’t heard that nickname high school, and it’s weird hearing it again now. “Right,” he says. “Well, thanks again. Have a good night.” Asahi leads you out of the bar and down the sidewalk. You hold tightly to his arm, stumbling over yourself. He braces you against his side, and you take this opportunity to tease him a little bit. “Do you like my outfit, Asahi-san?” you ask, pressing into his side. “Yeah, it’s really nice!” he answers nervously, turning his head to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. He’s not lying – you look beautiful, both your top and your skirt accentuating your curves in all the right places. But it would be wrong to say anything more than that while you’re in this state. That wouldn’t be fair to either of you. He brusquely clears his throat and keeps walking as soon as the light signals that you can cross. “I dressed up extra nice tonight, but it didn’t even fucking matter,” you grumble, your voice breaking slightly. Asahi either doesn’t hear you, or does hear you and decides not to say anything. “I’m soooo glad you’re here,” you say, drawing out your words even longer than you were a minute ago. “I’m sorry, this is super embarrassing! I should’ve figured this out on my own.” “It’s okay,” Asahi says. “How long have you been in Tokyo again?” “A month? I think?” “Exactly,” he says. “You probably don’t know your way around that much. I’d feel terrible if I wasn’t able to help you find your way home.” “Meh,” you say. “I’ve had the worst night of my fucking life, so maybe it would be better if I passed out in a ditch somewhere.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Asahi asks. “No,” you answer quickly. “Okay.” You start blathering again and Asahi has to practically drag you down the street behind him. The station just past his apartment has a train that can drop you right by your building. He can just take a cab back after he gets you home. He considers inviting you stay the night at his place since it’s right there, but he’s afraid of being weird, so he doesn’t say anything. The two of you come to a stop at the train station… which is closed. “I’m sorry,” Asahi says remorsefully. “I guess the train stopped running at midnight. I’ll call you a cab.” He goes to pull his phone out of his pocket, but you grab his hand before he can. “Can I stay at your place tonight?” you ask sheepishly. “I… my roommate is out of town. And I’m really not doing good right now. I just really don’t want to be alone.” Despite how out of it you’ve been since he picked you up, Asahi sees nothing but complete sincerity in your eyes. Tonight must have been really rough. “Are you sure?” he asks. “I’ll just sleep on the couch- or a futon if you have one!” you say, nodding. “Okay.” Asahi turns back towards his apartment and you follow closely behind him, not letting go of his hand the entire time.

*

Asahi helps you across the threshold of his apartment and sits you down on a chair by the door. “Asahi-san, you’re so handsome with your hair down like that,” you say, reaching up to twirl a finger in his long chestnut tresses. “And you’re loopy,” Asahi mutters, disentangling your fingers from his hair. Once again, he finds himself hiding a blush. He’s not used to being showered with compliments, and he knows you wouldn’t be saying this stuff if you were sober. He kicks off his shoes and kneels down in front of you, helping you take yours off. “How are you feeling?” he asks you. “Can I get you some water or a some–” “Why didn’t you ask me out when we were in high school?” you ask suddenly. “I think I made it pretty obvious that I had a crush on you. It’s all I could think about when you were holding my hand back there.” “I – I, uh,” Asahi stammers. You burst out laughing, startling Asahi. It’s that same boisterous laugh you’ve had for as long as he could remember knowing you. You were always self-conscious about it in high school, but your laugh has always been one of Asahi’s favorite things about you. Despite the fact that it’s at his expense, he’s glad to see your mood improve. Asahi considers your question for a moment. He really liked you too back then, and everyone knew it. Suga and Daichi constantly teased him for it.

So why hadn’t he asked you out back then?

Well, for a number of reasons. He spent so much of his third year focused on volleyball that he didn’t have the mental or emotional capacity for much else. He hadn’t even planned on going back to school after graduation until Nishinoya helped convince him to pursue his passions. He felt directionless, and he didn’t want to burden anybody else with his indecision. But most importantly, he was scared you’d reject him. Suga was right. He really was a coward. He’d dated a few people since high school graduation, but none of them made him feel the way you did, and they didn’t treat him as well as you would have. Which begs the question – why hasn’t he asked you out since you moved to Tokyo? He pushes the thought to the back of his mind. This isn’t the kind of conversation to be having when you aren’t even able to form a coherent sentence. Asahi’s thoughts are interrupted by your hand on his shoulder and a loud hiccup. “I should wash my face. Can I wash my face?” “Sure,” Asahi says, helping you stand up. You stumble forward, but he catches you easily and pulls you back to your feet. He quietly leads you to the bathroom and sits you down on the edge of the bathtub. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m a mess.” “No, you’re not. Hold on a second,” he says, opening the drawer under the sink. He pulls out a small package of makeup wipes and takes one out. He kneels in front of you and begins wiping the makeup off your face. “I know they’re not great for your skin,” he says. “But it’s better than nothing, right?” “Why do you even have those?” you ask between hiccups. “Do you wear makeup? I mean, it’s obviously fine if you do, but it doesn’t really seem like your thing.” “I don’t, but you never know when they’ll come in handy! I do work with a lot of makeup artists,” he says, somewhat defensively. You get the sense that he’s lying about something, but Asahi changes the subject before you can probe him any further. “So what were you doing there by yourself?” he asks. “It’s not safe to be alone so late at night.” Clearly this was the wrong thing to ask. All the negative emotions and thoughts you were having all even spring to the forefront of your mind, and you start to cry. Asahi starts apologizing profusely, but you wave him off. “It’s fine,” you sniffle, wiping a tear away from your cheek. “Kokomi was trying to set me up with one of her friends, but he never showed up.” Asahi sits back on his heels. Kokomi is another girl from Karasuno that ended up in Tokyo. She wasn’t in the same class as him, but he remembers how loud she always was in the hallways. Honestly, both of you were always loud, but you’ve always been much more considerate of others than Kokomi ever was. “Shit,” he mumbles. “That really sucks. I’m sorry.” “Yeah. It does suck.” Asahi grabs another wipe and asks you to close your eyes. You do as he says, and he lightly wipes off your eye makeup. He’s worked with enough models to recognize that you’re wearing false eyelashes, so he gently pulls those off too. You feel yourself start to wobble on the edge of the tub, so you grip his arm to steady yourself. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “It’s okay,” he says. “You don’t need to keep apologizing to me.” “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” you ask suddenly. “Wait, what?” “I just… this keeps happening to me. Everyone always says that it’s because they’re not the right person for me, but it’s starting to feel like there’s just something wrong with me instead,” you say, choking back a sob. “I know I just moved here, but I’m just so lonely. I hate feeling like I’m not good enough.” Asahi tenderly wipes a tear from your cheek and cups your face in both hands. “Hey, look at me. There is nothing wrong with you,” he says sincerely. “That guy is an idiot and a jerk. If he had any idea how extraordinary you are, he never would’ve done that to you.” You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. You don’t feel like you deserve to be spoken to like this – with such genuine kindness and sincerity. Asahi makes you feel so good. So special. He always has. And he’s just so… tender, especially for somebody who looks as intimidating as he does. You wonder if those feelings from high school ever truly went away. You sit up straighter and try to smile at him, but your stomach flips unexpectedly and violently. “Asahi-san?” you ask, gripping his shoulder tightly. “Yeah?” he replies. “Toilet.” Asahi moves out of the way as fast as possible. You hunch over the rim and retch into the toilet bowl. Asahi quickly scoops up your hair and holds it behind your head as you throw up. “Please, just leave me,” you mutter. “I’m gonna fucking die here.” “I’m not going to leave you here and you’re not going to die,” Asahi says, gingerly picking up the last loose strands laying on your neck and holding them back with the rest of your hair. Your back tenses up again before you begin heaving once more. Asahi tucks his nose into the collar of his shirt, careful to make sure that he’s out of your field of vision. He wants to be there for you but he had a weak stomach himself and the sight and smell of somebody else’s vomit is something he knows he won’t be able to handle. You mumble weak apologies between hacks, but Asahi just ignores them and rubs your back gently. After what feels like an eternity, the churning in your stomach finally stops and you reach up towards the flush handle. The exhaustion in your body and heart finally begin to catch up with you, and your hand falls back to your side. “I got it. Do you think you’re done?” Asahi asks, coaxing you back up into a seated position. You nod, too tired to try to speak. Asahi quickly tugs his shirt back down from his face before you can see and closes the toilet lid. “I’m sorry,” you mumble. “Don’t be,” Asahi says, flushing the toilet. “I’m your friend. I want to help you. And I’ve already told you that you don’t need to apologize to me.” Asahi helps you sit on the top of the toilet and rises to his feet. “Don’t go anywhere,” he says, scurrying out of the room. Although your eyes are closed, you still feel your body swaying. More than anything, you just want to go to sleep. Asahi pads back into the room and presses a wooden cup into your hands. “Drink this,” he says, turning on the faucet. Even though drinking something is the last thing you want to be doing right now, you go ahead and lift the cup to your open mouth. Cold water passes your lips and washes away some of the disgusting taste in your mouth. It feels gross, but you force yourself to drink all of it. Asahi takes the cup from your hand and turns the faucet back off. You flinch at the feeling of a damp washcloth on your face. “It’s okay,” Asahi says gently, cradling your chin with his free hand and angling your face up. “Just cleaning you up a little.” You murmur in acknowledgement and Asahi continues to wipe your face down. You almost fall asleep sitting on his toilet, but he gently shakes you to keep you awake. “Stay with me for another minute,” he says softly. “You can go to sleep soon. You’re gonna be just fine. I promise.” His words and his voice are so sweet that you want to cry. A couple rogue tears drip from your eyes and onto his hands. “I’m sorry,” you say once more. Asahi sets the washcloth on the counter and starts to pull you to your feet. You struggle to stay on your feet, so instead, he carefully scoops you into his arms and carries you out the bathroom. You don’t care where you go, you just need to sleep. Asahi’s pretty certain you’re asleep by the time he deposits you on his mattress. Your chest rises and falls slowly as he pulls his duvet over you. He begins to make his way to the couch, but stops when he feels you grab his hand. “Please don’t go, Asahi-san,” you whisper. “Please.” You tug harder at his fingers and he knows he can’t refuse you. He ends up sitting on the edge of the bed holding your hand until you fall asleep.

*

As soon as your quiet snores permeate the silence, Asahi untangles his fingers from yours. He brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face and he can’t help but let his eyes linger on your sleeping face for just a moment. The moonlight trickling through the window illuminates your hair and casts a silvery glow on your skin. Despite the awful night you’ve had, you look absolutely radiant. He feels himself blushing again, but he takes some comfort in the fact that he doesn’t have to try and hide it this time. Not while you’re fast asleep in his bed. He’s far too scared to admit it, even to himself, but he’s fantasized about falling asleep next to you many times before. But in those fantasies you weren’t drunk and crying over another man. Asahi sighs, stands up, and moves over to the dresser as quietly as he can. After setting a few things out for you, he goes into the bathroom, gets ready for bed and heads to the couch for the night.

*

By the time you wake up in the morning, you feel like you’re going to die. You can’t remember what exactly happened the previous night. The last thing you remember clearly was talking to the bartender about high school volleyball, of all things. Your head’s pounding, and your stomach aches painfully, screaming at you to please eat something. You don’t open your eyes, fearing that it would somehow trigger another round of vomiting. Eventually, you force yourself into a seated position and open your eyes. The bedroom you’re in is small, but pretty well-decorated. It’s decently tidy. The only mess is a few crumpled up clothing designs discarded on the floor next to the trash bin.

Designs? Did that mean?

You’re at Asahi’s apartment. In his bed. Your eyes widen in panic.

  What happened last night?

You’re still wearing the clothes that you wore to the bar last night. And there’s no evidence of him ever being in bed with you. You reach over towards your phone, which has been graciously plugged in for you and set on the bedside table. That’s when you notice the note along with a sleeve of crackers and a glass of ginger ale.

Good morning!

There’s a set of clothes you can wear at the foot of the bed and a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. Feel free to take a shower if you want. Extra towels are underneath the sink. Please have something to eat and drink too. You’ll feel better if you do.

-Asahi

P.S. Please don’t feel bad. It’s okay.

You grab a few of the crackers from the bedside table and eat them, washing them down with the ginger ale.

Why does Asahi have to be so damn considerate? The whole situation is so embarrassing.

You contemplate just grabbing your phone and getting the hell out of his apartment, but you’re not going to pass up the opportunity to shower. You finish the last of the crackers, chug down the ginger ale, and grab the spare clothes at the end of the bed. You turn the doorknob as silently as you can and awkwardly creep down the hall towards the bathroom, stopping briefly to peek in the living room. Asahi’s fast asleep on the couch, clad only in pajama pants and a pair of fuzzy socks. His hair is down and messily splayed across the throw pillow he’s resting his head on. Quiet snores pass his lips. He looks cute. Your eyes trail from his face and down to his stomach. Despite quitting volleyball after high school, he seems to have mostly maintained his athletic form, except for a tiny little layer of pudge on his lower stomach. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile, until that little voice in the back of your mind reminds you of your place.

Quit staring, you perv! You need to get out of here!

You hurriedly continue down the hallway and jump into the shower as soon as you get into the bathroom. You think that maybe if you clean up fast enough, you can get out of Asahi’s apartment before he wakes up. However, as soon as you step into the shower, all worries about rushing out disappear into the back of your mind. You bask in the hot water, the steam clearing your sinuses and relieving some of the pain in your head. You silently thank the gods that Asahi actually uses conditioner, and not just 3-in-1 like most of the other men you were previously…. acquainted with. Although, it makes sense to you that somebody with hair like Asahi’s would have a strict haircare routine. As you shower, fragmented memories of last night start to come back to you.

Being stood up at the bar. Calling Asahi for help. Puking your guts out in his bathroom. Him carrying you into his room and laying you down on his bed. Him staying by your side until you fell asleep. You wishing he would’ve crawled into bed with you and held you through the night… Wait, what was that last part?

As soon as you’re done rinsing the conditioner from your hair, you step out of the shower and swiftly towel off. You find the spare toothbrush Asahi mentioned, take it out of the packaging, and brush your teeth with his toothpaste. The dry, gross feeling in your mouth is quickly replaced with a minty fresh taste. You slip on the sweatpants and t-shirt that Asahi left for you and dry your hair. Thankfully, Asahi isn’t as huge as most people make him out to be, so while the clothes he left out are a bit big on you, you’re not drowning in them. You’ll just bring them back some other day. You start combing through your hair, and that’s when you hear it – the sound of somebody padding around in the apartment. Shit. Once the footsteps quiet down, you rush out of the bathroom and towards the front door. Asahi eyes you as you scoop up your shoes, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Good morning!” he says kindly. “How are you feeling?” “I’m so sorry Azumane-san, it won’t happen again!” you say as you throw open the door and rush into the hallway. “Hold on, wait up!” he says as you pull the door closed behind you. You run all the way to the stairs at the end of the hallway and go to call Kokomi for a ride home. That’s when you realize that your phone is still plugged into the wall in Asahi’s room. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You turn around and trudge back towards his apartment. Before you can even knock, the door opens slowly. Asahi stands there in just his pajama pants, holding your phone out to you. “You shouldn’t leave without your phone,” he says. You thank him and take your phone, a blush creeping up your cheeks. You try not to stare at his bare chest, already feeling like a creep for ogling him while he was sleeping. “Your clothes are still in the bathroom, too,” he says. “I can go get them for you. Or I can just wash them and give them back to you another time if you want to leave.” “No, that’s okay,” you say, covering your flushing cheeks with the collar of his shirt. “I’ll get them. Can I come in?” “Of course.” Asahi steps out of your way and you head straight for the bathroom, avoiding looking in his eyes. Asahi never gets angry, and you know he wouldn’t be mad at you over something like this, but a lingering sense of shame still washes over you. You scoop up your clothes and leave the bathroom. As soon as you cross the threshold into the living room, the smell of coffee and frying fish washes over you. Asahi stands in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. In the time that you were in the bathroom, he put on a Black Jackals sweatshirt and threw his hair into a loose bun. “Do you want a cup of coffee?” he asks, smiling at you and pouring his own cup. “It’ll help with the hangover.” You stand there and ponder his offer for a moment. Sensing your hesitancy, Asahi suddenly turns back to the stove and mumbles something that you can’t quite make out. “What did you say?” you ask. Asahi rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit he’s had since you were kids. “I don’t mean to pressure you to stay or anything! I just thought it might help for you to have something more than crackers and ginger ale.” “You’ve done plenty to help me since last night,” you say. “But I’ll take that coffee if the offer is still on the table.” “It is!” Asahi says a little too enthusiastically for his own good. You can’t help but smirk as you take your seat at the kitchen table. Asahi pours you a cup of coffee and slides you a bowl of the rice and fish he made. You thank him quietly and start to eat. He slides into the chair across from you and eats his own breakfast, eyeing you carefully. “What?” you ask after catching him staring. “Since when have you ever called me Azumane-san?” he asks. “I don’t know,” you mumble into your coffee mug. “I didn’t think we reverted back from first name basis,” he says. “I thought we knew each other better than that.” “I don’t know,” you say, a devilish smile crossing your face. “Care to explain why you actually had those makeup wipes in your bathroom drawer? I doubt your makeup artists are coming over to your apartment.” Now it’s Asahi’s turn to blush again. “My ex-girlfriend left them here,” he says. “Felt like a waste to just throw them out.” “Ex-girlfriend?!” you exclaim suddenly, startling Asahi and causing him to drop the wipe on the floor. “I didn’t know you were seeing somebody!” “Yeah,” he says, throwing the wipe in the trash and grabbing a fresh one. “We broke up a while before you moved to the city. She left a bunch of her stuff here and refused to come pick it up. I think she was just too embarrassed to see me again. I got rid of most of it a while ago, but I kept some of the more… uh, utilitarian things.” “I’m sorry,” you say sincerely. “Why did you break up?” Asahi feels a slight pang in his chest. He met his last girlfriend through his job. She was nice enough, and things seemed like they were going okay until he showed up at her apartment to surprise her for their 6 month anniversary, only to find another man in her bed. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you say. “It’s fine. She cheated on me with some other guy,” he says, his expression darkening. “I think they’re engaged now.” “Shit,” you say. “What a bitch.” “Woah, settle down, it’s okay –” “No, it’s not,” you say firmly. “You deserve someone way better than that. Somebody that treats you with the love and respect that you deserve.” Asahi knows you’re right, but he doesn’t really want to press it. That whole mess had done a number on his mental health, and he really doesn’t want to burden you with his emotional baggage. He adjusts his glasses again and forces a smile. “You know, you should really take your own advice,” he says. You try to think back on what you had said to him last night. The details are fuzzy, but you remember crying. A lot. Instead of answering him, you shovel down the last of the rice and fish. “Thank you for the meal,” you say. Asahi smiles and nods at you before beginning to clear the dishes away. You stand up and stop him, insisting that you clean up yourself. As you finish drying the bowls, your phone buzzes. You check it, only to see a handful of missed texts from Kokomi.

Ono Kokomi [8:32} Hey!! Sorry I missed your call. How was he?  (°◡°♡) [9:14] That good?  (^.~)☆ [9:18] Or that bad?! (;;;*_*) [9:57] HELLO?? (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ [10:32] ARE YOU ALIVE?!?!?!  〣( ºΔº )〣

You roll your eyes and quickly type out your response.

Y/N [10:33] Yeah, no thanks to you. (￢_￢;)

Ono Kokomi [10:34] Was it really that bad?

Y/N [10:34] He didn’t even show up. (╥_╥) [10:34] Azumane picked me up at 2 AM because I was too drunk to go home alone. I stayed the night at his place. [10:34] Speaking of which, can you come pick me up? Not really in a state to take the train and I think you owe me one.

Ono Kokomi [10:35] (⊙_⊙) [10:35] Spill. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Y/N [10:36] There’s nothing to spill. I threw up in his bathroom and he slept on the couch. Can you just answer my question please? (҂` ﾛ ´)凸

Ono Kokomi [10:36] Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m on my way, lovebird. (￣ε￣＠)

“Everything okay?” Asahi asks. “Yeah,” you say, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “Kokomi’s going to come pick me up.” “Are you sure? I can take you if you want,” he offers. “Yeah, she’s already on her way,” you say, setting the bowl down and turning to face him. “Besides, you’ve done more than enough for me already over the last twelve hours.” You silently pick up your things and walk towards the door. Asahi rises from his chair and awkwardly clears his throat. “Do you have all your stuff?” You nod and smile. Before you open the door, you approach him and wrap your arms around his waist. He shyly hugs you back, hoping you can’t hear the rapid pounding in his chest. “Thank you, Asahi,” you whisper. “You’re amazing.” You let go first and leave his apartment quietly. As soon as the door closes, Asahi walks back into the living room and flops down on the couch. He covers his face with his hands and groans. This morning was almost too much for him – seeing you in his clothes, eating breakfast together, you hugging him before you left. It was all so painfully domestic, and he wishes it didn’t have to end. If only he wasn’t such a coward, he would’ve asked you to stay longer. He doesn’t know how long he lays there until he finally decides to get moving for the day and finish that piece he was working on when you called last night. He checks his phone and sees your name pop up on the screen.

Y/N [11:00] I’m home. Thanks again for babysitting me last night. Whatever did I do to deserve you as my guardian angel? ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚ [11:00] Or was that Noya-san? I forget. (^ω~)

Azumane Asahi [11:01] Lol. You’re welcome. And that was what we called Noya in our club days, but I don’t mind you calling me that too (* ^ ω ^)

Y/N [11:03] Let me make it up to you. [11:04] Come over for dinner tomorrow night?

Asahi almost drops his phone on his face. His fingers fumble as he types his response. He waits a moment before sending it, rereading it ten times to make sure he doesn’t come across as desperate.

Azumane Asahi [11:07] I’d love to. Do you want me to bring anything?

Y/N [11:08] That’s not necessary. I owe you a nice dinner. [11:09] You still like tonkotsu ramen?

Azumane Asahi [11:10] I do!

Y/N [11:11] It’s a date! See you tomorrow! (☞°ヮ°)☞ ☜(°ヮ°☜)

*

“You said nothing happened last night,” Kokomi says, staring over your shoulder at your phone. “Nothing happened, Kokomi. Now leave me alone,” you snap, tossing one of your throw pillows at her. She deftly catches it and plops down on the couch next to you. “Please,” she says, swatting you with the pillow. “The only reason you two haven’t gotten together is because you’re the densest people on the planet. I bet he’s flopped down on his couch right now thinking about how he doesn’t even want to wait that long to see you.” “Shut up,” you grumble. Kokomi’s phone rings and she quickly checks it. “Anyway, I have to go meet Kaito,” she says. “Got to go. Let me know how your date goes!” She waves and practically skips out the front door. You lay down and start making a shopping list for ingredients for tonkatsu ramen. As soon as you’re done, you set your phone down and cross your arms over your face.

“I bet he’s flopped down on his couch right now thinking about how he doesn’t even want to wait that long to see you.” No, Kokomi. That’s me.

Asahi + “I’m fully capable of kicking your ass” LMAO SORRY IT FELT RIGHT

asahi sighed, his large hand tousling your hair. you huffed your hair out of your eyes, shooting him a glare. 

he smiled sheepishly at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “listen to me, though,” he said quickly, “don’t stay out too late anymore. it’s dangerous - ”

you rolled your eyes, before grasping his hands and lacing your fingers with his. “listen to me,” you insisted, “i am fully capable of kicking your ass.” 

he swallowed thickly, before nodding quickly. was he scared right now? his brows furrowed as he went through the five stages of grief in under a minute. 

you giggled at his changing expressions, before reaching over to place a kiss on his cheek. “thank you for worrying about me,” you said softly. 

he nodded again, still processing what you’d said to him. he turned to you quickly, before taking a good look at your face. you stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to say anything.  

“you know,” he began slowly, “i’m not sure if i’m scared of you or attracted to you right now.” 

fics rec : TREASURE !

NOTE hello! i finally decided to make a fics rec so that it’s easier for others to find fics and i’ll also use this to keep in track and come back to the ones i really enjoyed reading! i hope you’ll find this useful :) also, i won’t be adding my fics. lol. ofc. + i’ll keep updating those! also feel free to send suggestions :P

i’ll use ☆ to note my personal faves ! additional info is written after the author :)

ot12

you accidentally hurt yourself by @teumez

late-night drives part 1 | part 2 by @hikunn

reaction to arguing hyung | middle | maknae line by @acaiasahi

reaction to s/o playing basketball hyung | middle | maknae line by @acaiasahi

treasure reacts to their older crush by @acaiasahi

choi hyunsuk

jihoon

you’ve got to be kitten me by @acaiasahi fluff, one shot

i love you the meow-st by @acaiasahi fluff, one shot

yoshi

junkyu

i like you, but i’m a little chai by @acaiasahi fluff, one shot

mashiho

no promises by @acaiasahi fluff, one shot

yoon jaehyuk

(you’re) tugging on my heartstrings by @ravenori fluff, strangers to lovers, one shot

asahi

bang yedam

☆ under the rainclouds, falling into you by @ravenori fluff, one shot

this side of paradise by @illyzo angst, fluff, one shot

doyoung

slope intercept by @hikunn fluff, one shot

your idiot, idiot! by @acaiasahi fluff, enemies to lovers, one shot

noise complaint by @luvbrie fluff, soulmates au

dwindling sunlight, blue skies by @ravenori fluff, enemies to lovers, one shot

haruto

mario kart and i love you’s by @acaiasahi fluff, one shot

if i know what love is, it’s because of you by @ravenori fluff, one shot

☆ young-luv.com by @koakyuu fluff, enemies to lovers, one shot

jenga !? by @uwoodobi fluff, one shot

minecraft bee killer by @acaiasahi fluff, one shot

park jeongwoo

a lack of communication by @teumez angst, fluff, one shot

☆ live by @uwoodobi fluff, one shot

hug me or leave me by @milkybonya fluff, one shot

only you and you only by @dazedhypen fluff, slight angst, one shot

what a cat-astrophe by @acaiasahi fluff, one shot

to us, who were beautiful by @ravenori fluff, angst, one shot

so junghwan

glazed donut by @yoshiikore fluff, one shot

the kind of date the karasuno boys would take you on.

karasuno, inarizaki, aoba johsai, shiratorizawa...

characters: daichi, suga, asahi, noya, kageyama, hinata, tsukki, yams

warnings/genre: gender neutral reader, fluff

notes: awee coming up with date ideas was hard sorry if some of them are short ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Asahi

He’d take you to an art museum <3

It’s been said before and imma say it again — man is a big softie and has a great appreciation for art that he’d love to share with you

As you guys look around at the various paining, he explains the backstory behind almost all of them to you, it is obvious he is very passionate about this

He doesnt talk to others about his interests much so when he’s doing this, he’s really telling you he trusts you

He’d slowly grab your hand while you guys are walking around the museum, trying to play it cool but knowing damn well he a mess

Afterwards you guys would go get something to eat and perhaps talk more about how you felt about the art

Sugawara

koushi would take you ice skating

If you don’t know how to skate, he’d obviously teach you and would try to keep you from falling as much as possible, so youre gonna end up on his arms instead a couple times.

Him grabbing your both hands and dragging you around the skating rink, pulling you close and spinning you around while smiling at you

He himself is not a great ice-skater either so you might witness him fall on his bum a couple times while he tries to show off

Will skate towards you quite quickly, making you slightly scared before stopping and kissing you then poking your nose, “bop!”

Daichi

Classic cinema date

Probably takes you to see a horror movie

His original plan was that you would get scared and he’d get to act like some big romantic hero or something, but just just ends up ranting about how the main character is stupid

Slowly geabs your hand, holding it tightly whenever you flinch

He’d be the one paying for the snacks obv <3

Afterwards he’d walk you home, stopping at your doorstep, telling you how much he enjoyed the night before kissing you. Just like in movies.

Kageyama

Tobio isnt really the romantic type so he was quite confused when it came to picking out a date so he ended up asking the team for help

in the end they decided to have him cook dinner for you for a romantic dinner at his house

By “have him cook” i mean have them all cook dinner because not one man in the karasuno team knows how to properly cook

Noya, Hinata and Tanaka asked him to stay and spy on the date, he obviously kicked them out of the house

The dinner ended up being pretty nice, you were actually suprised to see tobio was going for something more romantic

He was a little bit awkward during it but thats alright <3

Hinata

He would take you to an amusement park and it would be the most chaotic time ever

Shoyo would try to show off and win you some prizes (probably failing the first couple times) After winning the prizes, he’d hold them like a trophy and give them to you

Would challenge you to see who’s better at the games

Maybe he shouldn’t have had that much cotton candy

Would make you go in one of those scary big roller coasters with him and you’d both get out happy to be able to live another day

Tsukishima

Since he couldn’t be bothered to actually take you out somewhere he just invited you over to his house

He made sure he’d be home alone so that no one else would bother you two

He didn’t even plan on watching a movie or anything similar, he just make you two some sandwiches and yall spent your time playing video games

He might’ve muttered that he loves you a couple times

yall kissed a little perhaps

Maybe even cuddle a little who knows

Yamaguchi

He wouldn’t take you out he’d invite you to his house!

Tadashi would order pizza and get snacks and blankets and get everything ready and perfect for your movie night with him! He’d get all stressed hoping that everything will go well

Y’all would watch comfort movies and cuddle

At first he’s kinda shy when it comes to cuddling but afterwards you’d be suprised at how much physical affection he wants to give and receive,, perhaps he’ll offer some kisses too

You two fall asleep on each other by the end of the movie

Reblogs are very appreciated <3

New fics? WIP

"Web of lies"

Haikyuu x SpiderMan!Fem!Reader (Mostly Asahi x Reader and Kuroo x Reader)

Themes: Hero au, Fem reader is Spiderman but no-one knows the spider hero is a woman. Angst, lies, romance? sfw, harem reversed.

"Ocean apart"

Bnha x gn! reader

Theme: Reader has a future vision quirk and works as hero terapist, and gets kidnapped by Humanrise to predict the best futures for them. Polyrelationship stablished (Taishiro, Hizashi and Kugo x reader), Enji grows feeling for them. Angst, mention of death, spoilers for the movie.

Besidesthose two, I recently saw Beastars, and im in love with that au... grrr

short doing asahi's hair hc's

omg this would be so soft, he's such a cutie T-T

he asks you so timidly, speaking so meekly out of nerves that he's almost sure you miss the request, but of course you don't :)

i think asahi is the type of person to always have a chill playlist that he's made playing in the background at any given moment, so you best believe when he's sat on the floor in front of you, you sat on the edge of his bed, he's gonna be humming along so softly

he absolutely adores when you do super fun looks on him, like a ponytail on the top of his head or silly pigtails or something, it makes him smile so much :D

just the feeling of your hands playing with his hair, brushing it for him or doing other things like braiding it for him, it just makes him blush so hard :)

these are some of the moments he enjoys the most with you, the soft and calm moments away from everyone else where you can just exist together without worry. he doesn’t mind it being completely silent, although he also appreciates any music of your choice, although he most definitely has a playlist ready for these moments should he not be too shy to tell you

i definitely think a love language of his are soft touches (and i mean he is giving you the softest touches ever- we all know how gentle this giant is and because of how he looks, he knows he can be scary to others so he puts so much effort into making sure you feel safe with him)

he also LOVES making you playlists- although most of the time he won’t even tell you he’s made them for you because he’s much too embarrassed and shy to tell you, nervous that if he showed you you’d be underwhelmed (which of course you never would be)

honestly though he will not stop smiling in these moments with you, your hands on his hair, even if you’re just playing with it or brushing it the smile on his face is splitting and the blush is so prominent and he gets so nervous because his hands are sweating so much because he just has such a big crush on you even if you’re dating he just cannot stop himself from getting giddy inside every time you show him an ounce of attention

I am not convinced otherwise if this were not

Asahi, Daichi, Sugawara, Nishinoya, Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, Bokuto, Lev.. (omg there’s more but I can only think of these boys 😩)

They’d so concerned because of how unlucky they got in that tiktok test game & then, they’d be in a distress even more thinking about you will leaving them because the damn tiktok just showed them you would AND NOT TO MENTIONED THAT YOU’ LL BE UNHAPPILY MARRIED TO THEM?! 😂😂

Now you ended up comforting them and uninstalled tiktok on both of your and their phones’ just to convinced them tiktok is messing with them & you loved them unconditionally 😭❤️❤️

Being Karasuno's Manager

Manager is an Artist

Karasuno x GN! Manager

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: This is an Anon request!

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I feel like Karasuno is one of those super accepting teams

Like they will literally hype you up no matter what you do!

Like they are just so happy to have you as a manager YN 🥺

So when they discover you can draw 🤚🏻

It's all over

You mostly draw Manga panels but you also freestyle

They first find out when you start doodling on the sheets you take notes on for practice

Imagine little Hinata's jumping, tiny Tanaka's growling 🥰

Even imagines from that weeks Shonen Jump!

The team loves them

They add flare to the notes

Yachi and Kiyoko utilize your drawing abilities fully!

Remember when Yachi had the idea to fundraise?

Yeah instead of taking a picture, Yachi asked you to draw it

"You- you want me to draw Hinata jumping?"- you say

"Yeah! I mean I can take a still photo and you can use it for reference. I just think it would really make it so unique!"- Yachi says excitedly

"I mean- can I draw it with a little flare"- you say

Yachi agrees and you go to work

You spend the night drawing different renditions of Hinata flying to bring to the team 🪶

They walk into the gym to see you hanging up the drawings

"Hey YN- HOLY CRAP"- Daichi says 😲

"YN did you draw these? They are amazing!"- Asahi adds

"I did! I want you guys to vote which one we should use"- you say, smiling 🙂

"Wow Hinata, YN managed to make you look normal"- Kageyama

"Shut up crappy-yama! You're just jealous YN drew me instead of you!"- Hinata

"AM NOT"- Kageyama says getting in Hinata's face

"ARE TOO"- hinata 😝

Literal children YN istg- 🙄

When it comes time for training camp, you pack your favorite sketch book and drawing medium

During breaks, you sketch the guys in their element

Kuroo and his blocks

Kageyama and his flawless sets

Noya and his gorgeous receives

Akaashi and his beautiful face 🥰

Bokuto and his emo modes 😐

Literally by the end of training camp, YN has enough drawings to create a Manga

I mean 👀👀👀👀

You spend your nights at camp adding things to your drawings

The details you create YN 🥲

The final day at camp, you cautiously approach the guys at the BBQ

"I uhh- I wanted to give you these"- you say blushing

Bokuto, Kuroo and all the boys look at your drawings

"Holy crap YN you did these??"- Kuroo says shocked

"YN I LOOK AMAZING! WOW IS THIS HOW I LOOK WHEN I DO A LINE SHOT? AKAASHI LOOK!"- Bokuto

Akaashi 👉🏻😐 wow amazing

"YN you are so talented! Thank you for these"- Kai says as you smile

"Hey YN if you ever need a new school, Fukurodani always has an opening"- Konoha adds 😏

"YN WOULD NEVER LEAVE US"- Noya and Tanaka growl

"YN seriously look what you started!"- Daichi

You 👉🏻 👁👄👁 🧍‍♂️

If only you weren't so talented YN, none of this would have happened 😅

(About my poly self ship that no one cares about) you and Tanaka get asahi (and the rest of u) real riled up and he’s like “can w-we... go to the bathroom or something?” And you and tanaka are both like “what’s wrong with right here?” And poor baby,,, is so nervous

"You guys..."

Asahi's voice is barely above a whisper. There's no need to be loud with the two of you practically perched on his lap, tucked into both his sides on the park bench. One of your hands was trailing up his neck and into his hair while the other feathered along his bicep, your ankles locked around his closest leg.

"You guys."

Tanaka looks at you from across the bench. He's placed an arm around Asahi's shoulders and has swung a leg over his thigh, matching the hand that was creeping up the inner seam of Asahi's slacks. His face splits into a wide grin as he winks at you exaggeratedly

"You guys...!"

"What's up, Asahi?" Comes Tanaka's voice, saccharine. He knows exactly what he's doing. He just wants Asahi to say it. His wandering hand pauses just before the crease of his hips, just out of reach of the slowly tenting fabric.

"This is- we're in public? We need to move?" The rich baritone of his voice is warbling as he whispers to the two of you in the beginnings of a panic.

"Bro, this is the ass-end of the park. Nobody comes here but horny college kids and grandmas on birdwatching tours," Tanaka drawls, nonchalance dripping from every word as he pushes his fingers another hair closer to Asahi's crotch.

"Someone could walk by. Someone could see," he hisses, eyes darting from tree to tree. The most people you'd seen recently were a few joggers on the nearby path almost 10 minutes ago. This part of the park was pretty dead, having a reputation among the local university kids as a spot to sneak a smoke or, for the adventurous, a quickie.

You press your palm against the nape of his neck, drawing a shiver from Asahi. "What exactly are you afraid of someone seeing?" Your voice comes out just as sweetly as Tanaka's had before.

Before he can answer, the palm of Tanaka's hand pushes into the tented fabric of Asahi's pants. His neck is heating under your touch as he breathes out an airy ah, mouth hanging slack for a moment before snapping shut just as fast.

"They'll see this...! Can't we just go back to the car?" He bites out the question, hips rocking into his touch despite his pleas.

Tanaka pulls his hand away, moving his slung over leg as well. The movement pulls Asahi's legs slightly further apart, the open v of his thighs highlighting the very obvious silhouette of his erection at the center.

"You think they won't see this if we walk back? Maybe if they're blind, man," comes his laughing response. "Plus, I think I hear the joggers coming back."

The effect on Asahi is immediate. He bucks slightly, chest heaving with a choked back noise. Gasping, he chokes out a strangled "Fuck, fuck, put your leg back, please," voice thick with lust and edging on desperate.

You unhook your legs from his, letting Asahi's thighs finally squeeze together. He huffs out through his nose in relief before you shift closer again, folding a leg over your knee and resting your calf against his closed legs. The hand you'd been teasing up his arm now dipped lower, skirting along his beltline.

Asahi swallows hard as Tanaka sidles up on his other side, toothy grin still plastered on his face. "Don't worry, Asahi. We won't let anyone else see you like this."

Your voice drops in pitch as you lean in to whisper into his ear, "We'll take good care of you."